NatePat One-Shots

Hands

"Beware the man who speaks in hands..."

These words were constantly swimming around in Matthew's mind, his brain trying to make sense of each syllable but failing miserably. This was ridiculous. Even when Matter had taken over and started Genocide, this same sentence plagued him. If Nathan was still alive then maybe he'd know. But Matthew refrained from remembering his monster friend, his soul much too weak to keep a true physical form. No, he was a black rose. A black rose named Natemare. Even after destroying the barrier and restoring peace, it seemed like not everything was solved. Matthew pondered on this as he strode through the empty caves and hoping that his goat-mother wouldn't worry too much. Yes, it was late, but Natemare had refused to go through the barrier. Matthew had to see him. He had to.

The caves were dark and cold, remnants of monster society reflecting everywhere. Snowdin, Hotland, Waterfall, it was all so familiar and nostalgic. Matthew found himself tearing up. So many memories had been made on accident, monsters were so kind to him after he fell down. The war was unfounded. Asgore even said so, it was he who lost his temper, but it was humans who killed his son. Matthew's thoughts drifted back to when he reset the timeline, choosing Matter over the Underground and all the monsters who'd given him shelter. There was... so much dust and... Matthew couldn't stop anymore. The theorist blinked and realized that he was now in Waterfall, had he really walked that far? He was at the bridge where Undyne first started attacking him. But someone else was there, too.

Ahead of him, shrouded in gray, was Monster Kid.

Colorless, he stood unmoving with a petrified gaze but no fearful expression. Blankly staring ahead into the darkness of the caves. Matthew swallowed hard, Monster Kid shouldn't be here at all, but this didn't even seem like the little monster at all. Same body. Same face. But he was colorless and bleak, he didn't even appear to be breathing at all. As Matthew approached he noticed that the edges of Monster Kid were blurry, like an old photo coming into focus.

"Uh... Monster Kid, are you...?" Matthew reached out to touch his back.

"Have you ever thought of a world where everything is exactly the same..." Was the answer he received.

Matthew was startled when Monster Kid suddenly turned to face him, emotionless and blank. His usual yellow appearance was replaced with gray and black, he was still armless but it was unsettling how his eyes held no clear color. Milky.

"Uh... I suppose... not?" Matthew answered uneasily.

"Except you don't exist?" Monster Kid continued without interruption. "Everything functions perfectly without you."

Matthew blanched at the silence and found he was rooted to the spot, trying to reassure himself that maybe he was dreaming. This wasn't Monster Kid. This wasn't even a monster. It was awhile before the apparition spoke again, his form blurrier than before.

"Ha, ha... the thought terrifies me." His laughter was toneless.

Matthew found himself able to move again and bolted from the spot, deciding that no flower was worth all this trouble. But even so, he kept looking and eventually ended up in some other cave. He'd never been here before. Matthew leaned against a wall and caught his breath, this was an experience he'd push back to the far corner of his brain where it'll never resurface. At the same time, he wondered what exactly that thing was. He hasn't touched it, he didn't want to, and he hoped that whatever it was wouldn't be following him.

Suddenly, he noticed the door. A gray door.

It was a typical wooden door, but it was out of place against a cave wall. Like a door to a house. A harsh static sound echoed in Matthew's ears before he approached the door, still shaking from the earlier encounter. Something didn't feel right. His soul was pulsating with a deep fear, his Determination shuddering at the very sight of the door. Against his better judgement he shakily grabbed the full handle, ice cold against his trembling fingers as he turned it. Once the lock let out a deafening click he pulled it open.

It was empty.

Matthew blinked. Once. Twice. Empty? There had to be something inside. Maybe he wasn't looking hard enough? He stepped inside and shivered, it was colder than Snowdin. Every corner, inspected. Nothing at all was found and the human was disappointed, he was hoping to find some remnants of his flower friend. His soul suddenly sprang to life in alarm as he turned around, noticing that the door was now closed and there was someone very tall standing over him. Unsure of what it was, Matthew took in all its features and tried to discern what type of monster it could be. It wore a long, black coat with what looked like a turtleneck or white scarf, its head was deathly white and its eyes seemed to be closed. Matthew noted that one eye had a scratch going up and one eye with a scratch going down. It... was blurry and... jelly-like.

"Excuse me?" Matthew peeped.

The figure, quite suddenly, opened its eyes and peered down at Matthew. Silence was thick as whatever monster this was traced its eyes over Matthew. He shook, this wasn't good, he didn't come for a fight. The pacifist shuddered suddenly when arms started to form from the jelly-like mass, revealing skeletal hands with holes in the palms. His soul stilled for a moment and he choked on his breath, Matthew suddenly remembered the words that haunted him. The words that had plagued him even when he was someone else. Many monsters had mentioned his name.

"Beware the man who speaks in hands..."

Hands...

Doctor WingDing Gaster, forming symbols with his hands, leered at Matthew with a blank stare. Matthew was really shaking now. He didn't think it was possible, but Doctor Gaster was growing. He stretched up to the ceiling and a furious humming sound filled Matthew's head. He couldn't fight him. His soul was weakened by his glare. Slowly, Gaster's flesh-eaten hand reached out to touch Matthew, but before he could even graze his skin, a green vine shot out of the ground and ensnared it.

From behind, Matthew felt arms wrapped around his abdomen and heard a very angry grunt.

"I'm the only one who can mess with the kid!"

Holy shit I'm sorry
High school finals have rendered me useless
More to come!
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